The meeting started at nine.
Adrian sat at the head of the conference table, surrounded by department heads. The topic was quarterly earnings. Numbers he had reviewed last night.
He listened to the regional director present his analysis.
His attention drifted.
He looked at his hand.
The fingers that had touched hers.
In the dream, the contact had lasted less than a second. Fingertip to fingertip.
But he could still feel it.
The warmth. The texture. The way her skin had given slightly under his.
He had never felt anything like that in waking life.
The regional director stopped talking.
Adrian didn't notice.
Marcus, seated to his right, cleared his throat softly.
Adrian didn't respond.
“Adrian,” Marcus said, just loud enough for him to hear.
Adrian blinked. He looked at Marcus
